The Ice Is Getting Thinner - Death Cab for Cutie, Benjamin Gibbard, Christopher Walla

We’re not the same, dear, as we used to be

The seasons have changed and so have we

There was little we could say, and even less that we could do

To stop the ice from getting thinner under me and you

We bury our love in the wintry grave

A lump in the snow was all that remained

Though we stayed by its side as the days turned to weeks

And the ice kept getting thinner with every word that we’d speak

And when the spring arrived, we were taken by surprise

When the floes under our feet bled into the sea

And nothing was left for you and me

We’re not the same, dear, and it seems to me

There’s nowhere we can go with nothing underneath

And it saddens me to say what we both knew was true

That the ice was getting thinner under me and you

The ice was getting thinner under me and you